"Jo! Hurry! What is the password?" Heri asked, his head dripping with sweat.
"Fi... ve... two..." Jonathan mumbled, his voice strained. Before he could finish his sentence, his body went limp, nearly collapsing onto the corridor floor.
"Jo!" Heri shouted, fighting to keep him from hitting the ground.
Back in the parking lot.
Heri gave up. He shoved Jonathan's unconscious body into the passenger seat of the car, right next to Zee, who continued to ramble in her drunken stupor.
Heri climbed into the driver's seat. Sifa, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked puzzled.
"Wait, Mas, why are we bringing him back to the car?" Sifa asked.
"I don't know the password! He's completely out of it and not making any sense!" Heri answered irritably as he began to drive away from the apartment building. His face was etched with sweat and annoyance.
"So, what now?"
"I'll take him to my place," Heri said, trying to regain his composure.
